One Piece Oneshots

GreenRevolutionary X Law

GreenR: okay, since it somehow *glares at Law* got out we are married, I was asked to describe the wedding.

Law: I still don't like the way you described the ending.

GreenR: excuse me? I let you edit the story anyways, so don't whine. And stop stretching your sweater, it was a present! (By the way thanks, I love those.)

Law: it has 'I belong to the cute writer' on it'! Like I'm a dog!

GreenR: woof! *her sweater has 'I'm the cute writer' on it *

Law:.....

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I puffed angrily out a breath of air and hit the high heel I was supposed to wear to the other side of the room. The dress already was bad (not a dress person) but heels were a big no-no. I grabbed my phone and chose Robin's number.

"What is it?" My maid of honor asked, and I could pretty much hear her smile.

"Can you please jump by my place and get me sneakers?" I rubbed my hurt big toe and glared one more time at the stupid heels.

"Aren't you supposed to get married?"

"That's exactly why I need them. And because I don't wanna break my legs," she laughs and says she would get them, "thanks I'll be waiting,"

I press arms to my tummy and try to breath slowly in and out. Man, I promised not to get nervous by things like that, but here I am, tropical zoo dancing macarena in the pit of my stomach.

"Don't be nervous, dumbass," I mumble and adjust the white dress I was wearing. The big stupid gowny thingy. But I looked good. For me. It was sor of like Belle's dress from Beauty and thr Beast, but white on my waist I had big yellow and black rosebelt that flowed down the skirt. Just as a salute to Law's hoodies I stole from him.

"Got 'em," Robin laughed from the other room and walked in, "and you also forgot your veil there," she was holding the white lace.

"Oops," shrugging, I got up and took the red sneakers from her, "thanks, but what's the point? I mean, everybody here has seen me already, no need in hiding my face,"

"This isn't why people wear them, it's traditional," she looked still amused, but also like she was getting fed up with me.

"Okay, help me then," she walked closer and plopped small tophat on my head, veil sewn onto it. She adjusted it a bit so it would cover my face and grabbed the bouquet from the table.

"Whee, I'm here," Nami panted as she ran in the room. By the way, I should tell you that she was the one who made me wear dress and plan the wedding. Very detailed wedding. Me, I would've been fine with wearing jeans and eating potato salad from plastic dishes. "So, I had Sanji stopping Luffy and Bonnie from eating all the food, but I wouldn't count on having any alcohol left if I was you. I saw Shanks and Zoro strolling by," she inhaled deeply and calmed. ''So, are you ready?"

"Yeah I'm хорошая," I gave her thumbs up and wavd with my flowers, "let's go then,"

"Wait we go first," Robin and Nami linked their arms and walked out, "we'll go get Vivi and Kaya-chan too,"

Then after few minutes music started playing and I got ready at the door.

"You okay?" Mihawk was already there. Since my parents didn't exactly approve of my friends, none of them showed up at the wedding. No parents also means no dad to send me in front of the altar, and that means I had to ask one of the guys to do it. Mihawk just acts the most like a dad (that was a compliment, papa-Hawkie).

"Yeah, let's get this over with," I whispered since we were already walking through the doors outside. The way between chairs, filled with guests, was covered in flowers. And at the end of the way was waiting for me the little fat priest, sweating like a pig and my future husband.

Well, at least he looked as nervous as I did. Pretty fucking nervous. Sorry not sorry for swearing. But it all disappeared when he looked at me. I'm no romantic (huge lie) but man, Law looked at me like I was the last ray of Sun in a darkest pit of the Universe. It felt good.

"Good luck," Mihawk let go of my arm and I almost tripped over that $@#*! dress' hem (Law says I shouldn't use so much curse words while describing a wedding) and fell on the floor, but Law grabbed my hand and held me up as most of the guests giggled and Nami looked like I had just dishonored her family.

"Are you all ready?" The priest wiped his gleaming forehead and began, "we have all gathered here to-" I would love to write rest of the stuff he said, but I dozed off at that part, and I can't ask Law.

"So, repeat after me," the priest said.

"After me," Law smirked and the priest turned to me.

"Is he serious?"

"No he's Law, I can tell you his full name if you want," I really tried to hold back laughter at that part. The priest mumbled something like 'idiots' and continued.

"I-" here comes the part where we gave our vows, do you really want it in such detail? (Just write!- Law) Fine, fine "Trafalgar D. Water Law, will take you, Alice Elise as your lawfully (hahaahahah) wedded wife? In happiness and sorrow, sickness and health?"

Law repeated everything and put the ring on my finger. Then it was my turn to give my vows and he was ringed (is that even a correct word) and jeesh, someone stop Law from making all those editorial comments.

"You may now kiss the bride,"

Timeskip for half an hour, because I sure as hell (language!) won't be describing all those crying friends so I'll skip to the cake and dancing part (horrible dancer)

Okay so, Sanji made the cake with Zeff, and it was a true masterpiece of chocolate and banananananas (bananas). And it tasted good. So, when most of the cake and other food was eaten (pirates eat like pigs) we got to the dancing part.

And as that- (language!) -nice, guy Law said before, I'm a lousy dancer. So here is the place where apologise for ruining at least ten pair of shoes (including mine, who comed to their own wedding in sneakers?) and feet. Sorry. The party was a long one (pirate party) so I'll just say most of us went home three days later with a terrible hangover. The end.